Sunday, January 23, 2011

He pushed her deep into a quagmire
Of ignominy and sheer hopelessness
In scuttling her escape he was ruthless

Ensuring her total dependence on him
And exploited to meet his every whim

Deeper, deeper driven into desperation

She steeled her mind into strong determination

To escape from his clutches her only aspiration

She resisted all his acts of abomination

With force only to face his cruel indignation

Little by little, she garnered the needed support
From a kind soul with whom she held rapport
Thanks to him, a brave new person she had become
Fearless, valiant and ready to face the outcome
When the promised help would soon come

For the wickedness he had employed
For debasing her with all his might
For the ruthless times he dealt with her
For the tacit moments of sheer shame

He would be made to own full blame

When rescue finally came from forces of law

The evil man could not escape from their steely claw

The menace needed a woman as tough as her

Who was not broken in spirit or shaken by fear

Till the culprit paid a price that was too dear

Thanks to her and her relentless stand

Many were saved from further disgrace

And the man despised by all for his depravity

Was taken to jail for being held in long captivity
And the quagmire was no more a cesspool.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

She was like a blind man groping in the dark, trying to find the meaning of life, the reason of her existence, her mission in this world.

She was already in her middle years, but still, she couldn’t find the meaning of her existence. Life was routine spent on eating, sleeping and mundane activities. She admired Mother Theresa of Calcutta, India. Now she wished to follow in her footsteps, but how?

She wished to remove that abstract blindfold she had voluntarily worn for years. She felt unhappy with her life. She wanted to find the right direction to a fulfilling existence.

To start anew, she felt learning the ABC like a child, counting 1,2, 3 by her fingers, trying to take bold steps like a nine month old baby who was just starting to practice her motor skills.

And finally, in a twinkling of an eye, she knew what to do. She became aware of what she was missing in her life. And yes, she now knew what can make her happy.

On a Sunday morning in church, she informed the Church Pastor of her keen desire to teach the kids in Sunday school and if she still had enough time, to teach the adult ladies also in Sunday school. The pastor readily agreed praising her for her compassion and telling her that she was nearer the Lord than she ever was.

Now all of a sudden her world looked bright and sunny. She promised herself that she will do what she had decided till her last days when God will come and take her to His bosom, in Heaven.

Happiness is not having a lot of money but it is in having compassion for the poor and needy.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Yes, our Internet Service Provider in our town is giving us a headache. And also our landline phone provider. No choice eh! For almost a year now, its services deteriorated for an unknown reason. This problem is the same in other places within the country and not just in our place.

What the hell is going on dear ISP? Your services sucks! Your services is not worth our money! We are always bound to pay diligently but what do we get? A buzzing phone, an on and off internet access which happens every five or less minutes? No dial tone most times of the day? An irritating dial tone if it happens there is a dial tone and the worst is, there is an internet signal, but mind you...it is a fake signal :( Because we will never be able to connect to the net?

When will our sufferings end as your loyal customers? Do we really have any other choice?

Pardon me but I have never written such a post like this, but now I am forced to do so coz I am so badly affected and not only me, I am speaking on behalf of the 100% subscribers in our place.

Please do something soon if you really want to provide the best service to your customers!!!

Kringgggg……kringggggg………..the alarm on my bedside kept blaring. This morning, I felt like squeezing it in my hand and stopping it from waking me up. Unwilling to get out of bed, I still feel groggy, giddy, with my eyelids drooping. Wanting to catch up the sleep that I lost while I kept tossing and turning for so many nights now.

It is always an effort and a struggle to get out of bed to get ready. But today being a Saturday, I had no intention to be anything but lazy. After all it is only 4:19 AM in my lappy time and is too early I can still snuggle inside the blanket that is warm and comfy.

Sadly I could not sleep anymore after getting up for an urgent necessity. Reminded of the promise I made to update my space soonest, to several of my buddies. Wanting to write but my mind still seemed to be lazy and hazy. Thoughts and ideas, groping from the dark, make me go crazy…:(

My mind is burdened with so many pressing concerns of late….Whatever I do, however much I try to manage my time, to keep my schedule right, I find my time is short while things remain undone on my plate. Isn’t that the dilemma of every busy body? I contemplate.

Time is always in short supply even on simple and mundane matters. Like sleeping, having breakfast, getting ready for work leaving me in tatters. What shall I do for bonding with family, singing, enjoying being with nature. Have you found any way for me to get out of this discomfiture?

Why paint my dreams?

Dreams are true interpreters of our inclinations, but art is required to sort and understand them. – Michel De Montaigne - "I think I shall write books and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream".